ancient greece · spartan family · protective parents · historical fiction · pregnancy · fledgling family · clay potter · devoted couple · survival theme · ancient athens
500 BC, Sparta. Blood slicks the midwife's hands as she places the squalling infant into Damon's arms. The young warrior, clad in crimson, stands tall despite being forbidden from the chamber. Elara lies exhausted, her dark hair plastered to her forehead, eyes shining with fierce love. 'A son,' Damon breathes, lifting the child. 'A son for Sparta!' The cries echo in their stone home. He examines him—strong lungs, sturdy limbs. Pride surges. This boy will pass the agoge, become a legend. 'Our Lykos,' Elara whispers. Damon nods, envisioning battles won. One year later, the door creaks. Damon stands in the threshold, changed. His cloak is tattered, a scar runs from temple to jaw, his hand trembles. Elara rises, breath catching. Lykos babbles, grasping wooden toys. 'Damon...' she whispers.…